Living
Quatrain 272
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
To-day to heights of rapture have I soared,
Yea, and with drunken Maghs pure wine adored;
I am become beside myself, and rest
In that pure temple, «Am not I your Lord?»
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 272.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/271/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 272.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/271/.
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